Tomboy Island

Valeria laid on her back. She was a tall glass of hot cocoa, brewed from strength and softness. Her recent transformation had emphasized both, leaving her taller and more toned. Black triger stripes on her dark skin acted as bold brushstrokes that emphasized every inch of her generous curves.

No doubt, Alex cherished the bodies of all of his women. Among them, Valeria took a special place for how much of a perfect example of her type of physique she was. As she shifted, her large breasts moved with mesmerising weight, defying gravity with their firmness before settling with a soft, inviting jiggle. Muscles rippled under taut skin. Dark, reddish lips, full and inviting, were curled into a light, confident smile. Though short, her pixie cut still managed to frame her face, the elaborate stripes on her cheeks further underlining the intense green of her eyes.

She had the physique to pull her hourglass up a mountainside. Legs and arms both tensed with the strength to go through any kind of gauntlet. For all of their corded strength, they did not lose their femininity. Her thighs, especially, held Alex’s gaze.

The smile on Valeria’s face grew a little larger, feeling her Master’s desire for her. The exhibitionist in her stirred her to action. She rolled slowly onto her side, accentuating the swell of her hips and the cinch of her waist. A moment later she was on her stomach, breasts squished beneath her and her round, chocolate ass facing her Master. Finally, she returned to lying on her back, propping her upper body up with her elbows.

A hand brushed over her midriff to the mark Alex had placed upon her. It was a tender, lingering touch, the physical bond between them acknowledged deeply, accompanied by a content chuckle. Though she wasn’t yet in support of the Cult, she was still his submissive by enthusiastic choice, his willing sex slave in this harem life that they lived. She angled one of her legs, pulling the knee up, to direct his eyes to her honeypot. Play had left her wet and swollen, ready for any kind of attention he was going to pay her.

“Stay just like that. Don’t move. I want to memorise every shade the filtered moonlight casts on your peaks and valleys.” Compliment and order intertwined to great effect. Valeria’s dark skin was dusted a shade of red, the arousal making every bit of her radiate with wanton heat as Alex closed in.

Observing her was his privilege and pleasure. Nothing about her moved. Nothing besides the corners of her lips spreading into a wider smile and her eyes, as she followed his movements. He moved around her, his large hands brushing over her shoulders and lower legs as he did. A teasing caress which elevated the breathing of the tiger tomboy to an audible rhythm of a sigh and gasp.

“Look at you. Every curve, every muscle… perfection.” He put a finger on her midriff, tracing one of the black lines over her side and to the beginnings of her sculpted back. “These stripes suit you so well. They emphasize what you are: a beautiful, dangerous creature…” He leaned forward until his face filled her field of view. “...that belongs only to me?”

The inquisitive tone was answered affirmatively in an instant, “Of course, Master. All of me is yours to do with as you please.”

Alex closed the remaining distance between their lips. The kiss was possessive, dictated to be short against Valeria’s desires. Stoicism melted away in favour of a surrendering whimper. Even now, she remained still. Alex felt the soft trembles of wanting more under his tongue as he tasted the sweetness of her neck.

Inhaling deeply, he filled his lungs with her scent. The sweetness of the heated water of their magical baths mixed with the diminished, yet still clinging, scents of the jungle. “The essence of a civilised huntress,” he complimented her.

Valeria moaned aloud from his words. “I-if you say so, Master,” the disciplined woman stammered. She actually stammered! What a delectably bashful moment to witness. It only furthered his resolve to worship her body. Like a craftsman proudly inspected his magnum opus, so too would he have his fill of this submissive he owned.

Powerful as the tiger tomboy was, she was putty in his hands. Physical dominance could have been employed, manhandling her into his desired positions was a simple task. He had no need for that. Psychological submission was absolute, her desire to please him as strong as being shown off. The eyes of the remaining harem were on them. 15 women were pleasuring themselves and each other to the sights and sounds that Valeria was the canvas for. An exhibitionist heaven, if ever there was one.

Lowered flat to the mattress, Valeria let out little sharp cries as his tongue travelled down from her neck to her collarbones. “Master…” she whispered, barely audible. Involuntary twitches raised her chest towards his approaching lips. “...my… Master…!”

Alex’s tongue travelled through the valley of her breasts. Teasing pauses were followed with a trail of kisses that stopped just short of her nipples. He moved on to her midriff and the visible abs. The shifting shadows were as if painted on by divine hand. He traced the dividing line to her belly button, then felt the firmness of her muscles with his brushing and pressing thumbs.

“I love how strong you are.” Alex gently bit the protrusion of the taut sinew connecting her hips and thigh. “It makes your choice to submit to me, to be worshipped as my property, so much more meaningful. You lie there without a single demand and give to me a body that many women would kill for. That is true beauty.”

“Deep in my soul… I always trained… to be owned by a man like you…” Valeria moaned.

A confession or a revision of her history? It hardly mattered, the truth of the words was etched into every little spasm. “Then you fulfilled your purpose without flaw,” he stated.

Little love bites delivered him down her smooth leg. The muscles relaxed and tensed without rhythm. Alex experienced both the taut hardness of the fibres and the firm, pliable state of submission. Lingering on it all, he basked in the depth of his dominance. Every breath refreshed the sweet and primal scent in his lungs.

Languidly, his tongue trailed towards her waiting pussy. She was beyond drenched, a soaking mess unable to properly hold back. Hips bucked towards his approaching lips, the mere presence of his breath enough to make Valeria moan. Firmly, he placed his hand on her stomach and pressed her back down. The splayed hand remained in place, letting her know who was in power here.

He housed one of her shapely legs on his shoulder. Fingers dug into the moderate thickness of her muscular leg. Then, his tongue flitted across her unhooded clit. Valeria reached for his head to grind his face into her needy sex. Halfway through the motion, she remembered what she was, grasping the sheets instead.

“Legs open, curves trembling in anticipation…” Alex kissed the swollen petals. “... and completely exposed to me. So beautiful.”

“Ah!” Valeria shouted out her pleasure. The point of his tongue finally did more than tease, circling around the nub of her sensitive clit. Her rolling stomach struggled against the pressure of his palm. “I… apologise for… my body’s insubordination!” she cried out, incapable of stopping her little struggles.

Her Master acknowledged the apology with a masculine grunt. Continuing on with his favoured activity, he licked and prodded her outer folds. His tongue exceeded the length and dexterity of a human, slithering into her while curving against her clit. The dual delight proved too much for the primed tiger tomboy. Her back arched, a scream rose from deep within her and kept reverberating in the room as light gushes of her honey flooded Alex’s tastebuds.

Through it all, Valeria’s green eyes remained trained on him. Half-lidded, she stared at him with unbound desire. The orgasm rolled through her, a light touch compared to what he usually did to them – and what he would do next.

Worshipping her was rewarding, but his cock pulsed with the need to hammer this kitten’s submission deeper into her soul. A smooth motion raised him up, Valeria’s gaze transitioning from wanton lust to venerating anticipation. She raised her hips again, an offer rather than a demand this time. Her cunt hovered in perfect alignment with his cock.

They moaned in unison, Master and sex slave, as he penetrated her wet tunnel. Centimetre by centimetre, he smoothly fed his rock-hard shaft into her eager depths. Muscles behind the supple lining of her womanhood clenched down. Every second inside her was a snug, hot embrace.

Once he bottomed out against her, he lost no time to fuck her. Wet sounds echoed in the room. Moans, previously subdued out of respect for the tender play, rose higher and higher. The circle of nubile tomboys around them accelerated the efforts of their fingers in unison with the speed of his hips.

Valeria only had eyes for him. Smiling, she clenched the sheets to either side of her head and let her Master use her. The jiggle of her perfectly shaped breasts mesmerised, the embrace of her legs fuelled passion, and the writhing of her toned curves urged him to do better.

Rocking back and forth beneath him, the tiger tomboy was rapidly brought to her first penetrative orgasm of the night. “Master!” she cried his title once again. Spasming as she forced out unsteady words. “Does my body please you? Am I nice and tight for you?”

“Fuck yes!” Alex shouted, his hips accelerating to a blur. He wouldn’t be satisfied until she was incapable of talking at all.

Forceful thrusts drove the breath from her lungs. His exclamation wasn’t answer enough, he needed her to feel his love and his possessiveness, the raw lust that her body and submission fuelled in him. Every time he plunged in her, he staked his claim once more. The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, carnal drumming that set the tempo for the overlapping moans of the desperate cocksleeves around them.

“Ah! Ah! Master! Yes! You’re using me so well!” Valeria moaned out her desires, still annoyingly coherent. Legs locked even tighter around him, ankles crossing behind his back. An action out of her control, much like the clenching of her folds or the arching of her back. With every passing moment, she continued to lose control of herself. The muscles in her powerful, sculpted limbs trembled with the strain that the crashing waves of pleasure brought.

Alex’s hand came to tangle in her short, dark hair. It gripped her scalp tightly, while the other came to rest beneath her back, pressing her hips up. A little deeper, a little more intense, the new angle of penetration drew a guttural cry from her throat.

“Look at me,” he commanded. The low growl pulled back into focus the verdant eyes that had been starting to roll upwards. She blinked. Dilated pupils stared at him. His overwhelming presence reflected in her eyes and soul. Another savage scream, louder, tore from her lungs.

“That’s it. Feel it all!” Alex punctuated the words with a series of particularly hard thrusts. Large breasts bounced violently. “This cunt is mine. This body is mine to worship.”

“Yesh! Yourrrssss!” Another orgasm tore through her, harder and faster than the last. Her back arched off the bed, forming a gorgeous bow of muscle and flesh. Her cunt clamped down on him like a vise. Her entire body convulsed, her scream turning silent in its intensity.

Alex did not stop. He pounded her through the peak and beyond. Tight as her grip was, his stamina kept him moving. Her endurance was tested in equal parts. She was sweating. The athletic body that effortlessly could have scaled a cliffside was breaking beneath the mountain that was her Master.

“Again,” he ordered, sensing the rising tension.

“Y-yes, Mhm- Aaaaaaahhh!” Obediently, Valeria was overtaken by yet another climax, the third in quick succession. Alex slowed mildly and only to catch one of her bouncing breasts. His fingers squeezed the tit flesh roughly, feeling the hard nipple against his palm. The excess of chocolate squish spilled between his fingers.

Valeria’s body went limp as a ragdoll as the orgasmic tension faded. The iron embrace of her thighs loosened, her legs almost falling away. Her head lolled to the side. Her chest heaved, desperately trying to pump oxygen back into her starved lungs. She was shuddering, her cunt left no break to diminish her sensitivity. All she produced were encouraging whimpers.

Alex continued to fuck her, allowing the tremors of her mild, continuous release to massage him. The subtle play of her muscles kept him enticed for a little while. He basked in the victory of bringing her to this wordless state. Beneath him was a conquered tomboy, her strength subdued in every way.

A slow and deliberate withdrawal left her gaping. Something inside Valeria was still aware enough that she had been denied something. A needy, pleading gaze jumped from his twitching cock, glistening with her juices, to his face. She was practically humming with the echoes of her orgasms, ready to resonate with the order he gave her.

“Turn over.” Alex’s command was a low rumble, calming and yet agitating. “Present yourself to me.”

Obedience was instantaneous. With a soft groan of effort, the tiger tomboy went onto her hands and knees. The grey-furred tiger tail flopped to one side, then the other, hitting the sides of her well-proportioned hips. Her back arched beautifully, emphasising the curve of her ass. The parting line of her spine was surrounded by muscles only this glorious world could craft.

Alex gave her ass a smack. She was so utterly relaxed, so totally surrendered to his demands, that the impact made both halves of her derriere jiggle like jell-o. An intoxicating sight that he treated himself and the watching tomboys to a second time, delivering an equally echoing smack to the left cheek as well.

“Not like that,” Alex gently corrected his enthusiastic plaything. He placed a guiding hand on her hip, pulling her along as he tilted backwards. “Up. I want you to ride me.”

Lusty lips twitched into an understanding smirk. She straightened, swinging one leg over him with natural grace, despite her exhaustion. Very little guidance was required for her gaping cunt to kiss the tip of his cock once more. Back towards him, she sunk down his length with languid sensuality.

“Slowly,” he encouraged her. “Taste every second of being my property.”

Valeria reached the bottom of the descent with a powerful shiver. Despite the difficulty of controlling herself, she began to move. Muscle memory took over. One of the many things his haremettes had been training in his absences was the shaking of their hips for his viewing pleasure. Hypnotic, rolling rhythms manifested a beat in his head where there was none. Her ass gyrated to that nonexistent song, a belly dance that existed for him right there and then.

From across the room, the other women moaned. Individual climaxes were reached randomly, the volume spiking and diminishing without guidance. Twelve women moaned his title with religious reverence, three sighed it with complete confidence in him. Whether he was god or dom, he was their Master all the same.

All eyes were on her, yet Valeria scarcely registered it. Her world had shrunk down to the man inside of her. The exhibitionist thrill was secondary, an aftertaste of the delicious main meal. She threw her head back as another smack hit her round ass.

“Faster now.” His order was like catnip to her. The languid pace picked up. It was a gradual increase, the innate vagueness of his order making the scraps of Valeria’s reason ratchet it up gear by gear.

Alex enjoyed every second of it. CLAP! SMACK! The sounds of his spanking echoed in the huge bedchamber. Pain only fuelled her depravity further. She was not as extreme as others in the harem, but a masochist she was without a doubt.

To his surprise, Valeria stopped. It turned out to be a momentary measure. Straddling him was no longer good enough. Gripping his right thigh for support, she pulled up her knees into a squat. Immediately, she resumed her movements.

The rhythm she continued with was brutal on herself. PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! Her wet pussy descended over and over again, her ass rippling with the force of gravity. She was a carnal beast, utterly devoting herself to being his autonomous cumdump. Hips dropped, rose and dropped again, all in mutual delight – the greatest of delights a dom like him could ask for.

She stared over her shoulder, her slit pupils dilated so much her new state was no longer apparent. The unrelenting service was rewarded with another loud smack. Her scream was echoed by the sympathetic moans of the gathered harem, riding out their secondhand pleasure.

The pinnacle of her speed achieved, Valeria tried desperately to hold it. She failed, of course, too overcome by the repeated orgasms. To supplement the spasm-caused lapses, Alex thrust up into her. It was the final nail in her sense of self for the night. The cocksleeve’s eyes rolled up, her deep red lips parted, her tongue lolled out, and all her face could reflect from that moment forwards was the raw bliss of being his.

The thick ridge of his cock dragged through her folds. She was at once so drenched that he could effortlessly glide back and forth and so tight that he could barely move at all. She was loose one moment as the relaxation of relief washed through her and a velvet vice the next as her muscles tensed to drag her back up his shaft.

Alex felt his orgasm approach and did nothing. He settled on the mattress and let the starved bounces of the tiger tomboy be all he needed. Plunge for plunge, she drove him closer to that final line. When the moment came, he simply let go.

The cat-eared cocksleeve did not stop moving when his seed spurted into her. Her ass kept on shaking, the cheeks wobbling hypnotically with each climactically shuddering impact. Even as his seed pumped into her depths, she was riding him with utter obedience. Cum overflowed from the stretched edges of her snug cunt, mixing with her squirting pussy juices.

Alex was well and truly getting milked. The continued shifting around his cock felt extremely good, dangerously even. Every spurt felt like it should have been the beginning of calming down. Instead, he was peaked into another wave of white lightning. Spurt after spurt after spurt, plunge after plunge after plunge, until the gooey strands that connected their sexes were white with his excess seed.

Just as it was about to switch over to painful, the cumdump’s intuition kicked in and she came to a rest. Her pussy was painted white inside and out.

While Alex’s ragged breathing slowly calmed, the tiger tomboy only went from rapid panting to regular panting. A deep, mournful but still accepting moan escaped her when he nudged her off his lap.

His cock was a mess of their juices, his cum forming a sticky white ring around the base. It was nothing for him besides a reminder of how wild Valeria had gotten there, but to the cum lovers in his harem it was a perfect invitation.

Blair’s gaze crossed his.